This is a song about "Boxes"

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

They want me locked in boxes like it's pacquiao, got beef?

Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses